Originally posted to r/BDSMerotica (by me!). Hoping to be more active ’round here…and other, exciting, *auditory* places (hint, hint). Enjoy x
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Look, I get it. I was being cheeky. Bratty, even. And yes, maybe I was being bratty for four days straight, taking advantage of my slight head cold because I knew he wouldn’t punish me while I was sick. Maybe I got a little drunk on the prospect of being above the law.
Each time I acted out, he’d shoot me a look of warning and I would think, *Oh, he won’t forget this. This will get me in trouble.* Then I would contemplate amending my ways but ultimately decided against it. After all, I was sick and bored. What else is a girl to do but torment her daddy?
So, fine. I was being a brat too long and with too much enthusiasm, but…
‘But I was sick,’ I protest. I’m kneeling on the floor of our room, completely naked, my arms bound behind my back. Rope encircles my torso, digging into the soft flesh of my breasts. The cool air caresses my nipples and I wriggle in my bindings, staring up at him pleadingly. He made me wait two days after my sniffles were gone before playing and I’m already impatient. I want to be bent over and fucked already, not bound and berated. ‘I had immunity from being punished.’